Planate perfection falsified by stark pallor, a fever from the inner workings, constructed by flaws

Suffocating the individual slowly breaking down

The body moves along enduring the modern day atrocities

Shrieks of terror fill the mind, inner workings begin to erode

The resolve of a once proud individual begins to shake the foundation

Every sense of understanding dissipates leaving only uncertainly

The atrophy is thriving, a nemesis that conveys unfathomable apprehension from depths that cannot be defeated

The dread beast, the purveyor of shame

The individual is nothing more than a misplaced memory, remembered by none

The entity that is the dread beast remains unscathed, unconquered claiming another